There was a old lady called Molly
who slept upon her shopping trolley
on a sheet of pure silk
with a glass of hot milk
but there was never room for old Wally.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Another shot at Limerick 🤣
- Category: Humor
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Love limericks Teddy and here you have another. Unfortunately the preceding message is all too true where a peace treaty is merely an armistice and there is only victory in unconditional surrender. Nicely done my friend
LOL just to be clear I am not Molly 🤣 sometimes I even tell my hubby i Will do the hoovering 😂
That is most kind of you
Sweet Teddy, Molly’s got style, even if Wally doesn’t fit—love the sly humor in this one.
Silk, trolleys, and milk… you’ve got a whole circus in a few lines.
🤣 there's always room for you though sweet Thomas 🌹 lol
Love the image and the limerick, my friend. Not only a shot at it, you delivered. Poor Wally, friend-zoned over silk and hot milk! 🥛🤣 Perhaps safest being that her bed's a shopping trolley! Great job, my dearest Teddy! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Shopaholic Molly 🤣😂 hey thank you dearest Tristan, I'm quite getting fond of these now. I wonder what I can come up with next! 🌹
Works for me.
Actually thought it was law. lol
lol if it is not then it should be! 🤣
Good fun write Teddy.
Andy.
Thank you dear Andy. 🤣
seriously funny - enjoyed your attempt at limericks - keep them coming...
Attempt at marriage 🤣 🤣🌹💜
more power to your thoughts and your pen..
have a great and productive day...
Humorous. Mrs. Wally seems a bit unfair. But that's the point.
🤣 exactly, thank you so much for coming by to leave such a kind review. 🌹
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